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in non pooh news, got a wild hair up my arse yesterday and ripped up half the backyard paving. His Lordship toppled the rest this arvo (I left it for him to go SMASHY SMASHY with the sledge, he so rarely gets to)
IN MY DEFENSE it’s a pathway we’re gonna replace anyway because 1) it’s too narrow for my garden trolleys and 2) the bloody thing’s subsided to the point where it’s at a 40 degree angle and 3) I need the new level for the end point between the food garden ground level and the path for aforementioned trolleys. And I didn't mean to. I set the goal of moving my fruit trees to the other side of the greenhouse, and edging down it so we could plot.
But then I looked at those nice clean edges and thought “I could get a pry under there, I wonder how easy it would be?”
Surprisingly easy as it turned out. Especially with a 2 meter lever. But then I had a meter and a half of 15cm thick concrete with bluestone chips embedded through it at a 90 angle. No point in letting it back down after all that, and I couldn’t leave it propped up. what if it fell down on wildlife? To the sledgehammer! So then I had pieces that will become the crazy paving on the new path.
Then I started wondering if the next piece would come up that easily and, well, curiosity, cats and now we're missing 8m of pathway. Birds are going apeshit on the rolly pollies.
Living vicariously through this
I live cathartically through your epic backyard landscaping adventures, looking forward to the day I can go in on buying a house and bitta land with someone so I can potter around/go manic as needed (well as much as I can, considering I'll probably be arthritic by the time I can afford that).
Already arthritic, embrace the pain!
Smashing shit up in the backyard is very therapeutic, too. Or, at least, some heavy-duty gardening, and you get a bonus full green bin
Fun as hell, too